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"Seems awfully forlorn to eat m
Thanksgiving dinner all alone," said
Milly soberly, looking over at the
young fellow who sat mending a har-
Bess strap beside the blazing hearth.
"I haven't the heart to get up a big
dinner for Just us two."
"I dont see what else we can do.
No neighbors to invite except old Pete
Sprat, and he wouldn't come. We
might send him something by way of
being neighborly."
"And be turned away for our
pains," the woman laughed.
"You can't even go out on the
highways and hedges' and gather in
stragglers like the ancient host of
Bible fame. Maybe it is just as well
not to have all the work of getting
up a Thanksgiving dinner, for it seems
to me that, you look tired, Milly.
What's the matter?"
"Nothing, Jim. I guess I need a little
outing. Ill take a run across the
Hollow and be back before supper."
Milly put on her cloak and went out
into the crisp autumn afternoon. The
woods were bare except for a few
torch-like flames of red which marked
the presence of an occasional gum
tree. The sky was clear, cold and
pallid, tinged with a greenish glow
Heard the sound of chopping,
where the dark forests rimmed the
far horizon. Not a sign of human
habitation was visible, and not a sound
broke the vast stillness save the
steady tap-tap of a woodpecker. The
lonelinesa oppressed Milly strangely.
For two years she had endured it in
cheerful sileace, working patiently at
whatever her hand found to do in the
tough little shack which had gradually
assumed a cozy, homelike appearance.
They had left the busy, grinding east
in quest of health for her young hus
band, who was slowly regaining his
lost strength and vigor in the bracing
climate of Colorado, which alone kept
Milly's heart light and hopeful, but
in spite of that joyful fact she could
not dispel a shiver of loneliness when
she thought of the long, dreary win
ter before them.
"I'm getting morbid simply for the
want of a little company," she said,
as she walked down the untraveled
road in the face of the crisp north
wind. "That will never do for you,
Milly Bennet For Jim's sake you
mustn't give way to such foolish
ness." Suddenly Milly's ear caught the
sound of chopping, which seemed to
come from the Hollow beyond the di
vide. She turned and made her way
easily through the leafless thicket,
walking briskly over the hill and
down the opposite descent until she
distinctly heard voices. Further on.
at the edge of a natural' clearing, she
came upoa a party of travelers camped
beside a newly kindled fire, where a
lean, gaunt appearing fellow busied
himself with preparations for the
evening meal. They were eight in all,
a rough, unkempt lot in leathern
jackets and rusty boots. Beside the
cook lay a bag of flour, a rasher of
bacon aad two jugs stopped with corn
cobs. Milly stopped abruptly when she
foand herself observed by the curi
ous eyes of eight strangers, then
changed her mind and crossed the icy
little brook and made her way toward
the fire.
A big. black-whiskered man dropped
his armful of horsefeed and looked at
her piercingly. "Lost?" he asked
brusquely.
"No. I live two miles up the divide.
I happened to hear you chopping, and
stopped out of curiosity."
The man's insistent gaze annoyed
her. but the forlorn, gaunt appearance
of the little group incited a little
throb of pity and made her think
' gratefully of her own cozy, cheerful
little shack, with Jim waiting for her
beside the glowing hearth.
"I suppose you are simply camping
here for the night," she ventured,
looking about at the meager comforts
of the camp.
"Well, no." answered the black
browed man who impressed her at
once as being spokesman of the party.
"We came down to prospect a bit.
A Song of Praise.
In all the work I find to da.
For all the world. O God. and Ton!
There's time this dy to sing to Thee
My thanks for what Thou aivst me!
Tm thankful for the reddened leaf.
Thankful am I for garnered sheaf
Up to the sky my praise I fiing.
And thank I Thee for everything.
The closing year of 1S0S
Is fraught with gifts. O God. from You:
So gladly now I sing toThee
My thanks for what Thou givest me!
By ttio Late Dr. Talmage.
Oa Thanksgiving day the memory
-becomes a kaleidoscope, and every
minute, the scene changes. You give
to the. kaleidoscope of memory a turn
and there they are, natural as life,
around the country hearth on a cold
winter sight I see that old Taaaks
givlag dinner. Father at one end.
Mother at the other end, the children
between, wondering if father will ever
get dome carving the turkey. Oh, that
frond, atratting hero of the barnyard.
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There's talk of gold in this claim, and
if it's worth our while we may set up
for a week or two."
"Oh, then, you'll be here over
Thanksgiving, won't you? I'd like to
have you all take dinner with us to
morrow."
The man looked at his fellows with
a curious smile, half questioning, half
credulous. "It's rather unexpected,"
he remarked humorously.
"Oh, we're all neighbors out here,
you know," Milly explained cordially.
"My husband would be very glad to
have you with us. We are from the
east, and we're used to having com
pany for Thanksgiving."
"Your husband is a prospector, too, I
take it?"
"Oh. no. He came out here for his
health two years ago, when he was
all run down with overwork. We ex
pect to stay here until he's quite well."
"We didn't notice any houses as we
passed along. Where do you live?"
"Two miles below here, on the Sun
rise road, not on the trail. Will you
come over to-morrow?"
"Well, being as you're so kind as to
take the trouble to invite us we'll be
glad to accept your hospitality, and
thank you."
"Very well. I shall expect you
promptly at 12. There are eight of
you, aren't there? I want you all. re
member. Now, I'll go, for the walk is
rather long. You cross, the hill and
go straight south till you reach the
Sunrise wagon road, which will take
you directly to our shack, going west
Good night."
Milly returned In great good spirits.
Jim looked dubious at first, but he was
loth to damp the ardor of his good
little helpmeet by voicing his doubts
as to the wisdom of inviting eight
strangers to their home.
"You don't mind, do you, Jim?"
Milly asked, anxiously.
"Not a bit If it, pleases you let's
have them by all means."
"You should have seen them! Great
gaunt hungry-looking fellows who
probably haven't had a good dinner
for a year. I do believe Providence
sent me across their path expressly
to give them a treat"
"I hope we have enough stuff on
hand," said cautious Jim. "It wiU take
heaps to satisfy eight hungry men,
you know."
"Of course we have plenty. Well
kill both turkeys and I'll make four
pies instead of one, and two boiled
puddings besides. Well have potatoes
and turnips and the canned corn I put
up myself, and as much cider as they
can drink. For dessert well have real
good coffee and ice cake. Ob, well
have enough, you may be sure. Jim,
you must rig up a table big enough to
seat them all."
They worked till bedtime that
night peeling apples, seeding raisins,
and picking the turkeys. The next
morning Milly rose long before dawn
and set about her baking and brewing,
while Jim put up a big deal table that
stretched almost the length of the
room, and by noon it was set with all
the luscious viands of an eastern
Thanksgiving dinner, set with homely
platters and dishes to be sure, but not
rougher in appearance than the men
who finally seated themselves about
the steaming board. Jim beamed hos
pitably from his place at the head of
the table and tried dutifully to "act as
if the company belonged there," as
Milly had said. The big black-whiskered
fellow whom the other ad
dressed as Blaisedale, had the place
of honor because he seemed to be the
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"Lost!
he said, brusquely.
leader of the gang by natural selec
tion, as the rest all deferred to him.
He watched Milly with a curious in
tentness which brought a flush to her
cheek and made her slightly uncom
fortable. "You're mighty comfortably fixed
for these diggings," said he presently,
looking about the walls with their
homely prints and ornaments.
"Yes, we are rather comfortable,
thanks to MiUy's Ingenuity." Jim an
swered, with a glow of affectionate
pride.
"You're lucky to be able to afford
j minus his gobble. Stuffed with that
which he can never digest! The brown
surface waiting for the fork to plunge
astride the breast-bone, and with knife
sharpened on the jambs of the fire
place lay bare the f?lds of white meat
Then .the pies! For the most part a
lost art What mince pies, in which
you had all confidence, leavings from
all rich ingredients, glorified hash!
Not mince pies with profound myster
ies of origin! But mother made them,
chopped the meat for them, spiced
them, sweetened them, flavored them
and laid the lower crust and the upper
crust, with here and there a puncture
by the fork to let you look through
the light and flaky surface into the
substance beneath. No brandy, for
old folks were stout for temperance.
Dear me! What a pie! Too deluded
New Englanders can talk till you are
gray about your pumpkin pies for
Thanksgiving day; give me an old
fashioned New Jersey mince pie. Of
the ten at that table, all are gone save
two spnte in village churchyard,
soase in city cemetery hut we shall
sit with them yet at a brighter 'ba
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such luxuries, for all those fancy-fixings
are luxuries in Colorado," Blaise
dale remarked significantly.
"Yes, I count myself one of the luck
iest men in the world. I owe every
thing to Milly, even say life. I was a
poor law student when we were mar
ried, aad when my health broke down
she simply took all responsibility into
her own hands. It was her money that
enabled me to come here. It's her bit
of money that we're living on now.
All that she has In the world Is In the
little bank at Sunrise, where she goes,
once a month to draw the necessary
sum for our provisions. But now that
I've got to work we're making our way
along without much help from the
bank. I tell you I hated to use that
money bad enough, but if it hadn't
been for that the Lord only knows
what would have become of me."
Milly blushed deeply and becoming
ly. "Why, it doesnt amount to that"
said she. with a snap of her brown
fingers. "All the money In the world
A scrap of paper.
would be worthless to me if I didn't
have Jim."
"I've heard a saying about a 'good
wife being a treasure,'" Blaisedale
remarked. "Your wife proves the
truth of It"
The dinner was a great success.
Blaisedale, who seemed to exert a
mysterious Influence over his fellows,
grew very talkative and entertaining.
He told stories of queer places and
queerer people which savored of fam
iliarity with lawlessness and lawbreak
ers, but which kept Jim breathlessly
interested until the eight strange
guests made their adieus. When the
company had filed out of the little
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THE KING'S THANKSGIVING TART
By HOLMAN F. DAY
There once was a king, so minstrels sing, who ruled with a kindly sway.
And his subjects true were allowed to pursue their own sweet easy way.
He guided them, of course.
But by no dsplay of force "
Did he arrogate, but was wont to state from them was his power's source.
Now It chanced one time, so runs the rhyme, his subjects fancied tarts.
No other food seemed half as good on tarts they set their hearts.
They ate them early, they ate them late just tarts for all thear meals.
Until they grew all cold and blue, anaemlo from head to heels.
Now. the goodly king had a war on hand and he wanted his men to fight
And he used to wish they would drop that dish that was making them thin and
white.
He frequently would Implore
That they'd tough meat and gore.
But they hugged to their hearts their love for tarts, and ate them more and mere.
Now. the gracious king of whom they sing was a king who was very wise.
And he issued decree that his folks should be Indulged In their vagaries;
He wished to steer as his people dear preferred that he hold the helm.
So he ordered a. poll of every soul that occupied his realm.
And the count was made eftsoon.
All the people sang one tune.
And as stnl their hearts were turned to tarts, their king vouchsafed a booa.
"Since all have shown," spoke he "from the throne, "that tarts are all they wish,
I here proclaim that very same shall be the nation's dish.
My Job as your king Is nice, smooth thing I've had a real good year.
And 'twill please me much to set 'em up, as Thanksgiving day is her.
So. ir- subjects dear. I now and here do issue my decree.
And Invite you all, both great and small,
So he issued commands and summoned his bands, and called a multitude '
Of baker men. who there and then contrived and mixed and stewed.
And with skill and art they built a tart that was big as half-outdoor.
With crust so high that It hid the sky. amountain of Jell its core.
They built an oven tight
They baked a day and night:
Then there It stood, all fresh and good, aa appetising sight
Then the king gave forth command, and thereto set his haad.
That none might eat of fish or meat in all that loyal land.
He placed his royal lock
On granary bin and flock.
And he let them start on the pablic tart at exactly twelve o'clock.
His subjects cheered till their throats were seared, then each backed up his cart
And. gracious my! how all did vie la loading up with tart
They ate one week, they ate one month, as much as they did like.
And voted their king the smoothest thing that ever came down the pike.
They rendered praise and blessed his days, but the second month, alas!
They all agreed on a change of feed, if 'twas nothing else but grass.
8o they sought the kindly king,
fTo him explained the thing.
Allowed his tart Just reached the heart as he'd heard them often sing.
But they humbly begged he would lift the ban he bad placed on things to eat
And grant each grace to stuff his face with 'taters, corn and meat -
With a twinkle In his eye.
Their good king made reply
That the tart had cost a lot of cash and could not be thrown by. '
"So it's up to you. my subjects true; you know I've a kindly heart
But so long's It's there I'll tell yoa fair, you Just must eat that tart!"
They ate for a week, but I must not speak of the scenes that did ensue,
So like the scenes on a storm-tossed ship on the breast of the ocean blue.
And at last they tore to the king once more, and beat their breasts and wept
And groveled and groaned, and writhed and moaned, and on their stomachs crept
With sighs and sobs of woe
They asked If they might oh.
Please burn the part of the dratted tart they really couldn't "go."
With a kindly look their king he took compassion on their plight
Aad passed decree that the tart should be blown galley-west that night
Then his subjects carved some good, thick steaks, and chawnked oa rare, red meat
And they loudly swore that nevermore would they tackle a tart to eat
And the good wise guy. their king.
Made a moral from the thing.
As he used to do whenever he knew they felt contrition's sting.
And the moral holds to-day:
If A Good Thing comes your way.
I beg you'll go discreetly slow ere the deuce and all's to pay.
Or else your plight may be like that of the folks or whom they Hag.
Those chaps of old who tried to hold too much of a Real Good Thing.
The True Spirit
"There's food to eat Melissa: we have
apples In the bin.
And plenty In the cellar, till the pleasaat
days begin.
Our barns are packed with oats and hay.
we've fodder 'In the stack;
Let's thank our Heavenly Father for our
crowding family.
Who cares for wealth, with health like
ours: who longs for style and fuss?
There's many a mllHoaalre. my dear,
who's poor, compared with us!
Almighty God. to thee we lift our glad
and grateful song.
Thy mercies are to us renewed and con
stant all day long.
Margaret E. 8aagster. In Christian
Herald.
The first tumflkm fie
Once upon a time a long while ago,
children, there lived a wise old mam
who was always trying- to see what he
could discover.
Raving made several perpetual mo
tion machines aad one or two air
ships, he was walking through the
fields to avoid his creditors, whem he
e upon a pamakin.
"This," me said to himself, beading
Jdowm aad fesHsg of the yellow orb,
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cabin door Blaisedale, who was last to
go turned at the threehold mad held
out his hand to Milly.
"You remind mm of aoawomo I omee
knew." he said, simply "aad for her
sake I'd like to shake hands with you.
Thank you for your hospitality. You
wont regret your kindness, by the
way."
"Queer fellow, that one," Jim re
marked, as he watched the gams; re
cede down the wintry road. "Yon may
be sure he has m strange history he
hand him."
That might whem Jim and Milly sat
talking beside their cheerful hearth, a
scrap of white paper crept mysterious
ly under the door. Jim rose hurriedly
and threw back the door, but mo one
was In sight, and not a' sound broke
the deep stillness of the ley might
Milly read the mote over his shoul
der, and this is what it said:
Some curious whim prompts me to
tell you that it was our intention to
break into and rifle the little eggshell
bank at Sunrise before quitting these
diggings, but for the sake of Milly's
"bit of money" it shall go unharmed.
Thanking you for a pleasant hoar.
OLllUOBilAUIh
Helen F. Huntington, In New York
Times.
An Indian's Thank,
T. M. Buffington, principal chief of
the Cherokee Nation, when he Issued
his Thanksgiving proclamation began
it this way:
"Let us again commemorate the cus
tom of our forefathers, which pre
vailed since time Immemorial, and
adopted by the Pilgrims and their
descendants, by celebrating a day de
voted to festivity and praise for the
goodness of the Great Spirit after the
joys and sorrows of another year, and
harvests have been gathered."
Some may be disposed to think the
chief has assumed overmuch when he
claims for his people precedence in
giving thanks once a year, but he is
really correct The "Green Corn
Dance" of the Indians which was an
nually celebrated when the corn was
ready for food, was the occasion of a
much more ceremonious rejoicing than
is usual among the whites on Thanks
giving Day. It was the Indians' man
ner of showing their gratitude to the
Great Spirit for the blessings of their
grain and they made it oae of the
greatest and most memorable of their
annual ceremonies. Montgomery
(Ala.) Advertiser.
to have a tart on
'is a veretabla armwta hat f ii.
I believe that it acquires its hue from
small particles of gold which It ex
tracts from the earth." ,
So he took the pumpkin on mis
shoulder and took it home, telling all
anxious Inquirers that he was going
to discover how to extract the gold
from it
But bless you! 'when the pumpUa
aad the dough came out of the oven
it was not a solid sheet of gold at all.
hut a rich, golden. tsatsHriag section
of goodness.
And the poor Inventor was hungry,
so he bit Into it
A few.moments later several of-his
creditors broke into the house and
came upon him. crying: "Look here!
Where Is all that gold yon were ap
ing to get for us?"
"And he' merer even looked mm at
them, hat kept right on eating, saying,
"Who cares fr gold ? (Bite. bite.
O-oooh!) Who cares ft gold? Mem,
I have discovered pumpkin pie!"
And the creditors sat down also amd
ate, amd they, too.-wera happy
NEWS IN
THK TATS IN A NUTSHELL.
Maeoalc hall at CaappeUe
dedicated. t
railroad yards at Norfolk
have been completed, and traJras are
mow made up there. t
The teachers la the schools of
Wahoo together with a number of the
patrons imterested ia the, study of lit
eratmre have organized a Browning
etna. The dub meets regularly every
two weeks and spends the time In a
careful study of Browning's shorter
The pare food commissioner
demonstrated that his office Is mot am
expense to the state, but rather a pay-
ins; Investment Since he took charge
of the'ossce he has paid into the state
treasury $3,009, while the salary for
the entire year will amount to $3,400,
ieaviax the state just $609 ahead of
the game.
The Tecumseh fire department will
submit plans to half a dozen whole
sale firms for an additional lot of equi
page. At present the department Is
composed of two volunteer hose com
pamles, and it Is proposed to form a
hook and ladder company and to pro
vide the necessary equipment for the
- Little Harry Woodsides was acci
dentally shot by his mother in York
county. The Woodsides are farmers
living south of Waco. Just how the
accidental shooting occurred Is not
known, aa the grief stricken mother Is
prostrated and can hardly believe she
shot the, child. It was done as she
waa handling a gun.
Mrs. Jane Bowers of McCook, Neb.,
has brought suit at Butte In the name
of her child for the estate of her form
er husband, who was killed in a wreck
some' time ago. Mrs. Bowers was di
vorced from the deceased and does not
claim any share of the estate for her
self. Bowers had been married again
after his divorce from the plaintiff.
Cass county land has become so
valuable that many farmers are dis
posing of their nomas and buying
where land Is cheaper, so as to pro
vide homos for their children. Henry,
Will and George WenVe have sold
their farms for $75 per acre to August
Eaglekemeler. Henry bought 160
acres in Knox county and Will and
George each bought 1C0 acres in
Pierce county for $25 per acre.
Thieves entered the hardware store
of L. A. Hlggins Jb Company of Har
vard by breaking the glass In one of
the back doors and reaching through
aad removing the bars and opening
the spring lock to the other door.
They took three or four nice guns, and
five revolvers and a large amount of
silverware, shears, razors and other
fine hardware, in all amounting to be
tween $250 and $300.
Smith Whipple, an Indian from the
Santee reservation, lies at the point
of death in Norfolk, and another In
dian is down with a broken rib and
other serious injuries as a result of a
quarrel over a game of cards. Moses
Whipple, who opened fire with a double-barreled
shot gun, Is in prison, and
will be taken to Omaha for trial.
While Mart Melia was hunting in
the western part of Sarpy county he
shot a genuine gray eagle. It meas
uerd seven feet and seven inches from
the Up of one wing to the other. These
birds are not often seen hereabouts
and It Is said that never before was
one killed in the county. The eagle
was sent to Omaha to be stuffed.
Frank Mason, an inmate of the In
stitute for Feeble Minded Youth, at
Beatrice, escaped from his apartments
by jumping through the window, clad
only In his night clothes. He was cap
tured. Frank Brown, a brakeman on the
Missouri Pacific, met with an accident
at Stella which cost him one foot and
the toes off the other one. He jumped
off the engine as it passed the depot
and collided with a trunk which threw
him under the train. One foot was
crushed above the ankle and the toes
on the other one were mashed.
Owing to the low price of cattle
and other causes it was supposed that
the stock run on the Northwestern
would not be large this year. While
the high figures of last year have not
been reached, the business has been
good. Three hundred and fifty stock
trains have passed through Long Pine
and nearly all have been fed and wat
ered in that place.
Thirty-five young women of Fremont
are to give a minstrel show to assist
In raising funds necessary in enter
taining the firemen's convention.
The question of fuel is now a serious
one for the residents of this part of
the state, says a Calloway dispatch.
Although the local dealers laid In a
good supply of coal during the summer
months, there are now but few tons in
town, and each purchaser Is limited
to a very small amount
At Osceola Mrs. Edward Folsom has
filed a petition for divorce from her
husband. The principal charge is de
sertion. They have lived In the coun
ty since the early 70's. Mr. Folsom is
a veteran of the civil war.
The mew court house of Hall county
Is so near completion that It Is ex
pected thatby December 1 several of
tne contractors will have turned over
their part of the work to the county.
These include the plumbing, the wir
ing, the harware and the jail entire.
The Congregational church of West
Point celebrated its silver jubilee,
twenty-five years. The pastor who
founded the church, Rev. George 8cott
was present during the whole of the
celebration which lasted four days. He
wss assisted by other former pastors.
While running at a speed "of nearly
thirty miles am hour a fast eastbound
freight was wrecked at GOmore Junc
tion. The signals of the interlocking
semsphores were dead against the
train bat the engineer Ignored them
and ram Into a wide open derail. The
engine was only party derailed, but
four ears of fruit hides -amd bullion
were thrown from the track, rolled
.over sad smashed.
A coateat is em ia Cuming county
to test the alactioa of the successful
NEBRASKA
PftOQREam OF NEeRAtKAt
What Has Been Accomplished in Fifty
Years.
Nebraska fifty years ago, with a
population of less than 1.000, amd lta
western portion a great unknown prai
rie, according to the statistics com
piled by the department of labor, prob
ably has developed more than amy
state in the union. With Its agricul
tural progress, of course, every oae is
familiar, but Nebraska Is not all a
farm upon whose cornstalk geld dol
lars grow. Nebraska has a number
of towns that are just as progressive
as has been Its farms. Not counting
Omaha, South Omaha and Lincoln,
there are In this state sixty-two towns
and cities with a population of over
1,000, and of these eight have over
5.000 people. These are Beatrice, Fre
moat, Grand Island. Kearney, Hast'
lngs, Nebraska City, Plattsmouta and
York. These eight have a total In
debtedness of $1,547,292. which Is over
one-half of the total Indebtedness of
the entire slrtt-two towns.
To get an idea of the enterprise of
these slxtv-two towns, It Is only neces
sary to cite that all but three of them
have In a system of water works. That
these towns are firm believers In mu
nicipal ownership Is proven by the
fact that fifty of them own their own
water plants, while only nine of the
towns of this class have private own
ership of water plants. With lighting
plants, however, the ownership is just
the reverse, and no reason has been
assigned fo- it Out of the sixty-two
cities, fortv of them have lighting
plants owned by private corporations
and thirteen have no plants.
FINDS DEPOSIT SLIP IN BIBLE.
Then He Sells the Paper and the Bank
Refuses te Honor It
PLATTSMOUTH About twelve
years ago George Bolen deposited $50
In the First National-bank In this city,
and placed the deposit slip In his bible
for safekeeping.
Years rolled on, and George neg
lected to follow his early teachings to
"study the word," and consequently
forgot where he had placed the cer
tificate of deposit One day recently
he got down his family bible to look
up the exact quotation of "Seek and
ye shall find," and, opening the bible,
there lay Ue lost slip.
He sold It to George Amlck, who
presented it to the cashier of the bank
for payment which was refused. The
cashier claimed that the bank held Bo
len's note for $35 and Interest which
was equal to the amount of the de
posit check. Suit to recover the
amount of deposit was at once insti
tuted, and was decided against the
bank. The case has been appealed to
the district court
Corn Averages High In Dodge.
FREMONT Corn husking is well
advanced, and, according to reports
from the farmers, the crop is turning
out better than was expected, although
there is quite a little unmatured corn.
A few exceptionally good fields of
early corn in the Maple creek section
are running over seventy bushels to
the acre but the average is between
thirty and forty bushels.
Incorporate Guessing Company.
The St Louis Fair Guessing associa
tion of Hastings, which tried and fail
ed to do business under the banking
laws of the state, has filed articles of
w
incorporation with the secretary of
state. The association agrees to give
away $25,000 to parties guessing on the
number of persons who attend the St
Louis fair on the first day and then
to continue in the business at so much
a guess. The incorporators are: R.
A. Batty, J. M. Ferguson. B. A. Twi
dale, William Lowman and G. B. Ty
ler. York's Champion Corn Husker.
YORK Anton Weinken so far Is
considered the boss corn hu3ker of
York county. It is reported that he
picked 117 bushels in one day.
He must be a thorough fool who can
learn nothing from his own folly.
Hare.
Dragged to Death by Horse.
NEBRASKA CITY R. F. Baker,
one 6T the wealthiest farmers and a
pioneer settler of Otoe county, was
fatally Injured nt his farm near Dun
bar. Mr. Baker harnessed a horse
with the intention of driving to town
aad before starting led the horse to a
watering trough. In some manner the
halter rope became entangled and the
horse jerked Mr. Baker off his feet
and dragged him over the lot. Inflict
ing fatal injuries.
Postmaster in Trouble.
CALLAWAY United States Mar
anal Walling arrived In Callaway one
day recently with a warrant for the
arrest of J. H. Russell, postmaster
at McKinlev. a small country office
I about half way between Callaway and
Broken Bow. It Is charged that he
purchased stamps of the government
sent them to a Chicago mail order
house In exchange for goods, and re
ported them back to the government
as canceled.
eet Crop for Years.
PLAT18MOUTH Some of the
farmers residing In the eastern part
of this county report that their corn
erop this year will exceed all former
crops. In some places' the yield will
reach as high ss eighty bushels to the
acre.
Store at Verdigre Robbed.
VERDIGRE The store of Havllck
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Line Up, Brave Beys.
The packs are oa. the caches tight
The patient horses wait.
Upon the grass the frost lies white.
The dawn Is gray aad latew
The Wader's cry rings sharp and deafl
The campflrea smolder lowt
Before us lies a ihallew mere.
Beyond, the mountain snow.
"Line up. Billy, tine up. boys.
The east Si gray with coming day.
We must away, we cannot stay.
Hy-o. by-ak. brave boys!"
Five hundred miles behind us lie.
As many more ahead.
Through mud and mire oa mountain
high
Oar weary feet must tread,
So oae by one with loyal mind.
The horses swing to place.
The strong in lead, the weak behind
la patient plodding grace.
"Hy-. BUcksklh. brave boy. Joel
The sun Is high
The hid loons cry.
Hy-ak away! Hy-o!"
Hamlin Garland.
Veteran of Two Wars.
John A. Goddard of Westboro. Mi
bears the distinction of being a vet
eraa of both the Mexican aid civil
wars. Next Thursday he will observe
the 57th anniversary of his arrival la
Worcester following an honorable dis
charge from the army that Invaded
Mexico. Mr. Goddard Was born la
Berlin seventy five years ago. Hat
ing had trouble with his father he ran
away from home when in his teens
and brought up in New York. He was
workicg as an ax-maker la Utlca when
rumors of war became rife, aad he
enlisted and was stationed with other
recruits in Fort Jessup. Louisiana. II
1S44. Ho spent the winter of '44 0
Governors' Island, N Y,and in March.
'45, he was taken with a batch Of re
cruits la the packet ship Sultana tb
Mexico and was assigned to the Id
U. 8. irfantry at the time t7. 8. Grant
Joined the 4th infantry.
Mr. Goddard's first taste of war was
gained at the battle of Palo Alto.
Later he took part in the battle of
Resaca del la Palma and was picked
up for dead after the battle by two
sergeants and carried to the rear. The
rurgeon found that he had beea
stunned by a blow from the butt end
of a musket and oa cupping his tem
ple restored htm to Consciousness.
Mr. Goddard was anxious to rejoin
his regiment, but the surgeon ordered
his discharge, and he came north, ar
riving in Worcester Oct 1. 1846. Later
he settled in the town of Stow, and
when the civil war broke out he en
listed from there in the 4th Massachu
setts heavy artillery. He had no op
portunity, however, to figure In the
actual conflict as his command was
stationed In the fortifications about
Washington.
Mr. Goddard tells a thrilling story
of his experience in traveling north
with his pay. He was beset several
times by thieves, but managed to es
cape, and reached Worcester with
every dollar of it
Mr. Goddard has a medal he re
ceived for bravery in the Mexican war
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and is a member of Arthur G. BIscoe
post, G. A. R. He is considerably
broken in health because of tho hard
ships of his early days and the Mex
ican campaign, but he bids fair to
"hold the fort" many years to come.
Captain John Brown.
Maj. Green, who captured John
Brown at Harper's Ferry on the morn
ing of Oct. 18, 1859. lives at Mitchell.
S. D., and is active despite bis age.
He loves to tell about bow he dealt
the blow that laid the abolitionist
prostrate and how he helped to bind
him and carry him off to prison.
Maj. Green, for that is his name,
was an officer of marines and sta
tioned at Washington. After the raid
was made on the arsenal, Oct. 10.
1859, he was ordered to Harper's Fer
ry to report to Col. Robert E. Lee.
When John Brown's men came to
town It stirred up a great commotion.
Troops were summoned from the
country around. Brown and bis men.
after capturing several leading citi
zens of the town as hostages, barri
caded themselves in the fire engine
house. Among those captured was a
Col. Washington, a descendant of a
relative of the father of bis country.
The troops surrounded the engine
house and demanded Brown's surren
der. Maj. Green, then a lieutenant,
was in command of a company de
tailed for guard duty. Brown defied
bis besiegers, and a ladder was used
as a battering ram against the door.
As the door started to splinter and
gire way to the battering the force
inside opened fire. Finally a panel
was smashed and then a hole was
made large enough to admit a man.
Here Maj. Green pauses in bis narra
tive and says, modestly: "Col. Lee's
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report to the government says I was orders ana evoiuuon. - "" -the
first man in. The man that fol- j monized. however, and licked Into
w,rt m was kllld noon as he en- I "hape by the 'aye, aye. a young offl-
lowed me was killed as soon as he en
tered. Col. Washington stepped up
to me and yelled in my ear, pointing
out Brown to me. I had my sword
raised in the air ready to strike, and I
brought the flat side down on Brown's
neck with such force that he was
knocked unconscious. He was then
bound and taken to prison."
Stealing a Confederate Train.
At last came the call: "Big Shanty
twenty minutes for breakfast!"
That cooled our nerves. Here was the
moment for action. We stopped be
tween the shed and the white tents of
a big Confederate camp on our left,
where we could see the guards pa
trolling. Andrews and Knight crowded
Dut of the cars with the passengers,
but we stayed in our seats. What
they did then took less time than to
tell It, and all the while soldiers were
lying on the ground a faw yards from
them, and a staring sentry stood twen
ty feet from the locomotive.
Andrews strolled on ahead of the
engine, to see if the track was clear.
To us, waiting ia that motionless car.
he aeemed to g an age: tne tea-
1 was mgaum.
Them he walked 1
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back with Katght aad. solatia be
tween the last of Ue box ears aad ths
baggage car. niM; MtTvttiiA
We could see them from the windows.
walking about talking leisurely. Then
he stepped to the door of our ear aad
laid in his matter-of-fact way: "Well,
boys. I guess it's time to go."
We filed out oa the camp side. Theft
was Knight on the engine and Wilson
and Brown climbing Into it Andrews
walked forward to the casoose. stop
ped a mbment.turned. aid. motioniii
to Us with his haiid. said light!: "Get
ba. get Di." Knight pulled the throttle
as Andrews nodded ti him, and swung
aboard.
Would that eagiae never start? It
snorted, ground nhead, aad then
stopped in its tracks with a great hiss
of steam, aad the wheels kept buxzlag
around. That would alarm the train
men. We wondered if they'd seen us
Not a sonad came from the station It
was a had moment for us, penned Up
blind in the box cars.
At last we shot of At high Speed.
EVen were they following now. we
were sale, for there was no telegraph
at Bit Shinty, the thing had seen
done. - this big detail of men had
crossed the enemy's ranks, without
the least alarm, had stolea a traia on
a line that his very being depended
upon, stolen it from one of his own
camps, in the middle of his country
There, in the half darkness of the ear,
we soldiers simply stared it 6he as
other. rrora "Andrews' Railroad
Raid,' in McCitire's Magazine.
Hoesier vs. "Sucker."
they met in the rooms of a 0. A.
ft. Post in the capital city for the first
time since the close of the Civil War,
in which they had served ia the same
brigade west of the Mississippi, one
as captain of aa Indiana regiment, the
other as field officer of one from II
linois. The Hoosler. being at home
In the post, introduced his former eota
rade in a short speech id which, after
complimenting the "Slicker'1 orgaaiia
tioh for soldierly qualities, ke took
occasion tb say la effect, "and there
was one other thing said of it by those
who served la the division, nnd that
was that the Illinois could do more
and cleaner foraging thaa any other
regiment In the division;" adding,
"aad every soldier knows what that
meant"
When he got the floor, he of the
Sucker organization retaliated by the
following story: "That may he so.
but the th Indiana raa as a close
second. Oae day, while on the march
back from Pike Ridge, the column
passed the farm of a 'Pike who sat
on his door yard fence to see it pass,
and. as we rode up. my quartermaster
accosted him.
" 'Say. old man. have you got any
thing to eat or drink any shoats.
calves, chickens, sheep or any whisky?
We're hungry and thirsty.'
"No, hain't got nothin. You uns
been goln' by ever since sun-up, an
hain't lef me nothin' 'cep my llgion.
"To which my adjutant replied:
'Well, old man. if you have any of that
left you had better take to the woods,
for th Indiana is coming along in
the rear, and they haven't got nny. nnd
they'll take all you'er got. sure.'"
The roar of laughter which followed
told the stranger that his retort was a
success. Army and Navy Journal.
An Interesting Thimble.
There's a remarkable "thimble" at
the Massachusetts state house. Maj.
Charles G. Davis, the sergeant-at-
arms, keeps it as his rare treasure,
close hidden in the drawer of his desk.
It was presented to him at the battle
of Kelly's Ford, Va., when Maj. Davis
was ordered to charge with his squad
ron into n patch of woods where the
"Johnnies" were lying concealed la a
perfect horseshoe formation, into tho
bow of which the troopers charged,
only to receive a deadly fire in front,
on both flanks and from the rear. This
peculiar thimble was made from the
heavy breastplate of the major's belt,
and manufactured then and there. A
shot struck the plate squarely ia the
center, at just about the pit of the ma
jor's stomach. Out of the saddle he
went, and for a considerable Interval
lay dead to the world. On regaining
consciousness the major felt sure that
he was hard hit, but there was no
blood. A close examination revealed
a dark purple spot just behind the
buckle, and severe abrasion of the
outer cuticle, but no puncture of the
abdomen, as had been feared. When
the plate was picked up there was an
indentation in it so deep that one may
insert the tip of his little linger and
wear it as he would a thimble. It was
good, stout brass, however.
Admiral Knew His Men.
In a recent volume of war reminis
cences Maj. Stiles, a Confederate sol
dier, tells this story of the retreat
from- Richmond ju3t before Lee's sur
render at Appomattox: "I remember.
In all the discomfort and wretchedness
of the retreat, we bad beea no little
amused by the naval battalion under
that old hero. Admiral Tucker. The
soldiers called them the 'Aye, Ayes.'
because they responded 'aye, aye to
every order, sometimes repeating the
order itself, and adding. jye, aye. it
is. sir! As this battalion, which fol
lowed immediately after ours, was get
ting Into position, and seamen's and
landsmen's jargon and movements
were getting a good deal mixed In the
orders and evolutions, all being har-
cer of the division staff rode up. sa
luted Admiral Tucker and said: 'Ad
miral, I may possibly be of assistance
to you in getting your command Into
line.' The admiral replied: 'Young
man, I understand how to talk to my
people'; aad thereupon followed 'a
grand moral combination' of 'right
flank' and 'left flnak,' 'starboard' and
larboard.' 'aye and 'aye, aye' until
the battalion gradually settled down
into place."
Notable Family Reunion.
There was a reunion of the Surette
family on Topsfleld road. Ipswich.
Mass.. last week. Mrs. J. Surette en
tertained her seven sisters aad. their
daughters. A peculiar Incident of the
reunion was that among those pres-.
ent were seven daughters of the seven
sisters.
Many Tone eff Oniens.
Essex county farmers are now gath
ering Danvers onions, and oa farms
by the roadside hundreds of bushels
He in rows, while the sun browns their
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